[ The vague hostility fades from Shiro's body language, scowl softening and Keith gives that shoulder a squeeze, hoping to help ease the tension off the rest of the way. He'd be lying if he said he really knows how to navigate the constant mood shifts, but they aren't Shiro's fault and he'd rather his friend .... insert word here .... could just be eased out of whatever confusion the powder is causing.
Compliments, reassurance -- that'd seemed to work before, but they're mortifying to share now and Keith doesn't really know how he's supposed to dig himself out of the things he's saying. Pretend it all meant nothing? Haha, jk bruh? Great.
But then comes Shiro's response and Keith finds he doesn't know what to do with that either. He pauses, dumbfounded for a second that bleeds into another and another. It's odd. Misplaced somehow. Whatever opinions people have about him, the ones he's used to hearing aren't about his physical appearance. Being reckless, recalcitrant and ready to throw down hadn't exactly been conducive to commentary of that kind.
So forget what about he'd called stupid earlier. This current swoop in his stomach and the smile tugging at the corners of his lips? This is stupid because Shiro doesn't mean it. It's just powder talking. But Keith doesn't attempt to hide his sappy smile right away. He holds eye contact for a moment, a little thankful for the reassurance, even if it's coming from a weird place and then: ]
C'mon. Let's get you in the shower.
[ And with that, he drops eye contact, heart somewhere between full and hurting, and starts working on undoing the button on Shiro's pants. ]
bitchface is the hero they don't deserve
Compliments, reassurance -- that'd seemed to work before, but they're mortifying to share now and Keith doesn't really know how he's supposed to dig himself out of the things he's saying. Pretend it all meant nothing? Haha, jk bruh? Great.
But then comes Shiro's response and Keith finds he doesn't know what to do with that either. He pauses, dumbfounded for a second that bleeds into another and another. It's odd. Misplaced somehow. Whatever opinions people have about him, the ones he's used to hearing aren't about his physical appearance. Being reckless, recalcitrant and ready to throw down hadn't exactly been conducive to commentary of that kind.
So forget what about he'd called stupid earlier. This current swoop in his stomach and the smile tugging at the corners of his lips? This is stupid because Shiro doesn't mean it. It's just powder talking. But Keith doesn't attempt to hide his sappy smile right away. He holds eye contact for a moment, a little thankful for the reassurance, even if it's coming from a weird place and then: ]
C'mon. Let's get you in the shower.
[ And with that, he drops eye contact, heart somewhere between full and hurting, and starts working on undoing the button on Shiro's pants. ]